Teasing Kel... Poem by Goodness Tchibueze

I had a girl - Kel:
She was lissom, pliant and pleasing, a gel;
Her sparkling teeth shamed the sun, my angel;
Tho' together in love we were, oft we fell,
And wounds of the heart don't heal so well.
We spent our lives like the saints of Hell,
Haunted by orgies discharged from the prurient cell...
Hush, don't press me further, and i shan't tell!

Kel,
I need no charms to capture your heart, or spell;
Just a hiss, your name to my nose'd be a smell,
And your femininity you'd want to sell,
Since you've laboured oft to stand but fell.
You've roamed in my eyes, with heavy shell
Unnoticed: shell of a longing want.Kel,
You've de-cerumenated my ears with serenades ranting like a bell!
Flea! Now my head and i get turgid and swell,
And not a rat-hole exists in my apartment for you to dwell!
No more bed-plays, don't fantasize them, don't yell!
And don't try your blemished flesh to resell,
For they won't buy, nor i, even if you undersell!

What a graceful vulture you are Kel,
When you makeup and dress! Kel,
A classy mannequin for kwashiokor awareness crusaders! Kel,
Go hang yourself, get mobbed by fresh-bloods of Hell;
How considerate Hell is, there your market might sell!
Tho' you can't read this, it's worthwhile wasting my ink, Kel!